I laugh
with a dead man’s laugh
(a man I never knew)
my grandfather’s laughter
flowering like Springtime
blossoming in my mouth
not listening to the years.
Time joins the dots.
Painting by Numbers.
I see
with my mother’s eyes
the world
stealing into my mind
become music
anything it
chooses.
Time joins the dots.
Painting by numbers.
This gesture
is my big sisters
gathering me
up into her
nearness
tenderness.
Time joins the dots.
Painting by Numbers.
My father’s love
beats in my heart
sings in everything
it touches
amuses
me to see
how I
am
all those others
as well as me.
Time joins
the dots.
Painting by Numbers.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-me-i-am-for-lyn/
